Chapter 129: Mausoleum City Fog City 2
Chapter 129: Mausoleum City Fog City 2
There are many people in the hotel.
When Fu Anan hoarded, he used suitcases and large opaque bags to transport them up.
In addition to these, there is another very important thing-weapons.
From the second game, she realized the importance of force value.
In today's society, guns and ammunition are the first to bear the brunt.
However, in the first few games, Fu Yizhi got the guns. Now that Fu Anan wants to find these controlled products by herself, it is much more difficult than she imagined.
By the way, Dad Fu won't enter the game, will he?
Fu An'an remembered the first three rounds of the game, and Fu Yizhi's shit luck in each round.
This may be the legendary meeting from a thousand miles away.
But Fu An'an was still quite sober.
It's not enough to rely on Fu's father alone, she has to work hard on her own.
According to various experiences and legends, she came to the legendary black market.
In fact, she also wanted to learn from Fu Yizhi and buy a pistol or two at the police station.
However, I also felt that Father Fu could exchange money for a pistol if he went, but she might only be able to exchange for a pair of iron handcuffs, so he chose a relatively conservative way.
The black market has always been in the casino.
It is very easy to find such a place in the huge mausoleum city.
Fu Anan found a bar with the address she bought for 5,000 yuan. Looking at the colorful soul dancers inside, she felt a little hesitant.
"Yo, is my little sister an adult?"
The bartender looked at Fu An'an and raised his eyebrows coquettishly, "This bar does not serve alcohol to minors."
"It was the old K who introduced me, and wanted to discuss business with Brother Qiang."
Fu Anan told the bartender about the purchase.
Hearing this, the bartender's face changed, and he looked at Fu An'an in surprise, "Young lady, okay."
As he spoke, he put the cloth on his shoulders on the table, walked to the end of a deep and narrow corridor, and opened the innermost small door.
"Go."
It can be said that it has entered the cave of ghosts and ghosts.
All kinds of shirtless men gathered around the various gaming tables, smoky, alcohol-smelling, and a smell of sweat.
All kinds of shouts and the sound of rolling dice made the eardrums hurt.
Squeezing past these gamblers addicted to gambling, Fu Anan finally squeezed into a small room.
"You were introduced by Old K?"
The man called Brother Qiang was wearing a big gold chain, smoking a cigar in his hand, and gave Fu An'an a disgusted look.
"What kind of business is a little girl filming?"
Hearing this, Fu Anan took out her shopping list, "Brother Qiang, right, hello.
I want to buy two pistols, five hundred rounds of ammunition.
Preferably a Glock 19 automatic pistol, the 9mm kind. "
She is more comfortable with it.
Brother Wen Yanqiang glanced at her, "You girl sounds quite understanding, but let's go, I won't sell it to you."
"Why?" Fu Anan was taken aback, "I have money, pay now."
"I don't sell to minors." Brother Qiang waved his hand, "I haven't even been in society yet, so I came out to learn how to play guns.
roll roll roll. "
"No, I'm an adult." Fu Anan touched himself and found that he forgot to bring his ID card. "Why are you willing to sell it to me? You can also pay a high price."
"If you don't sell it, you don't sell it. Why are there so many nonsense?"
Brother Qiang looked at the losing game ahead and slapped the table, and threw out the last few weights, "Why are you willing to sell it to you?
That's fine, unless you win all the money I lost just now. "
Thirty-five small hands were pressed, and every time it was a big one.
Brother Qiang took a deep puff of his cigarette, seriously suspecting that the other party was cheating.